Mystery of Fate: Luna Della’s Second Chance
Chapter 8

Chapter 0008

“You’ve sent someone to tidy up-my bedroom? I don’t want any Omega’s filthy paws on my bed!” I ordered.

“Of course, Alpha. Unfortunately, Miss Della was responsible for the upkeep of your bedrooms well. We’ve had no choice but to pass her duties to a sl ave in training. As you can probably imagine, they aren’t very skilled.”

Did Della always do so much housework? She was supposed to be my Luna, not another sl ave. Although I kept ignoring her, no one

should have made Luna do all this work.

“Get them out of my chambers!” I roared, standing up to walk toward my bedroom. The moment I walked in, I was greeted by a scent that was all too familiar. My mind shifted to Della again.

Her scent was so special, a floral fragrance that reminded me of lilies that lingered in my bedroom even though she was gone. It was all that left of her, it seemed. As soon as I entered, two maids

wed and hurried past me.

hey had left, I slammed the door and leaned against it, limply g my hands over my face. I covered my eyes, and in the darkness, ella’s scent enveloped me. It forced me to think of her and made me imagine those nights before I met Flora. The first time Della had ever slept with a man, and I was determined to make it special for her. I pressed into her and buried my face in her neck, that alluring scent dancing in my nostrils and taking over my mind.

Her skin was so soft and her body so delicate under mine. Under my touch, she moaned contentedly. Over the course of the night, she would be overcome with embarrassment at times, though that never stopped our unbounded love.

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Even then, she wanted me and reveled in our time together. “Please, Kylian. Take me,” she whispered in my ear.

And so I did. I made her mine.

We had been so intimate with each other in that same bed I looked at now. Walking up to it in frustration, I realized that since I met Flora, I rarely returned to this room to fall asleep beside her. I betrayed her. We never spent time whispering sweet nothings to one another under the sheets. There were no small chats or comfortable banter

expected of a couple.

There were times when Della would visit my study, calling me to bed countless times in hopes that I would one day relent and rest early. She had even offered to come to the study and accompany me as I worked, perhaps try her hand at sorting out some of the documents. I always refused and slept in Flora’s Bedroom because of the bond.

I realized that I never thought about how Della managed to fall asleep every night when I wasn’t around. I wondered if she sat waiting for me until her eyelids fell heavy with fatigue, surrendering to slumber knowing that I wouldn’t come. I wondered what was going through her mind when I had renounced our bond.

I walked to the side of the bed where Della usually lay and lifted the sheets. It smelled of her so strongly, the fragrance flowing from the pillow she had slept on for the last time just recently. Unable to hold back, I picked it up and put it to my nose to take in her scent again.

I couldn’t say why I had suddenly become so nostalgic. I didn’t know why I suddenly cherished her scent now, but I understood that no matter the reason, I regretted letting her slip away.

But it was too late to have such thoughts. I rejected her. It was over.

A knock on the bedroom door snapped me out of my wallowing, and Henry’s voice quickly followed. “Alpha, the maid found the invitation.

Would you still like to attend?”

I looked around our room one last time, feeling distraught and powerless standing in the place Della I should have shared. “No. Please convey my deepest apologies to the Lycan King.”

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